proofreading is for pansies.
I'm kind of spamming you, flist, and I'm sorry for that. The thing is, it's late and I'm getting tired, and that makes me prone to writing, and - well, and that's exactly what I just did. Pastebin doesn't like italics, though, and that makes my tired self a little bit frustrated.
tl;dr SO YEAH HAVE SOME SHITTY FANFIC
Title: Tap Water
Pairing: JacuzzixNice
Words: 529
Rating: PG-13 for implications.
Summary: Nice and Jacuzzi’s honeymoon involves a hotel room with a nice jacuzzi.
He carries her into the hotel room like a princess, careful to avoid letting any part of her make contact with a wall or banister - the building might be elegant and pretty, but the hallways are narrow and they were on a budget - but once they get in and lock the door, she’s in charge of him.
Nice takes Jacuzzi’s hand and starts pulling him towards the bedroom, but he catches on soon enough and she can see the fear spread across his face, his eyes filling up with tears in a familiar sight as she grabs his arm in a futile game of tug-of-war. She can’t deny that he’s both bigger and stronger than her, and it has to be easier to move in a suit than a wedding dress. However, Jacuzzi is pulling her in the direction of the bathroom. Nice can work with that.
The bed was probably overstuffed, anyway.
She slips past him and skips to the bedroom door, an almost murderous grin spreading across her face as she grabs the handle. “C’mon, Jacuzzi. Do you not want to do this? Is it me?”
Her words seem insecure, but her tone is as playful and confident as ever, and that look - before he knows it, Jacuzzi is sprinting to the door.
The force of his body slamming against her is enough to throw the door open wide, and Nice is surprised at how forceful he seems, at how he hasn’t completely broken down in tears. Jacuzzi runs his hands through her hair and down the beaded bodice of her dress, searching for some kind of clasp or zipper or something, but his efforts are useless and once they tumble into the oversized, pearly bathtub, his hands are pinned under her and she’s taking care of that issue on her own.
In the few seconds it takes to get untangled and into a slightly more comfortable position, Jacuzzi contemplates what has just happened.
And then it hits him.
The tap - one of them, at least, there’s got to be twenty damn taps in this stupid thing - is turned on, water pouring down Nice’s neck and onto her dress because her head hit a button when oh god, when they fell into the tub because he ran into her because oh god oh god, what has he done?
Nice props herself up, her snow white dress spilling over the edges of the tub and the back of her head stinging slightly. She looks up at Jacuzzi, sees the tears running down his face mixed with the water from the shower head above them (did she press the button for that when she sat up, or was it him when he leaned back off of her and started to bawl?), and can’t help but smile and sigh as he starts in on a million frantic apologies.
So this is her husband.
Nice’s tongue is rough against his cheek when she licks the water and tears away, but her lips are soft. The wedding dress might be soaked and ruined, but it doesn’t stay on for long - and besides, you only ever wear that kind of thing once, right?
Title: Corkscrew
Pairing: LuckxEve
Words: 571
Rating: PG at most for alcohol.
Summary: The first time Eve Genoard ever drank was with Luck.
The first time Eve Genoard ever drank was with Luck. They had been discussing a business deal that they both knew would result in a loss for the Gandors, but she’d been through so much and spoken so confidently, and maybe the three brothers weren’t really cut out for the Mafia after all. Knowing that Berga would tease him for weeks afterward about his soft spot for the Genoard girl, Luck signed the relevant papers and offered her a glass of wine to seal the deal. Eve was reluctant to take it, but it was different from the cheap booze Dallas used to smell of when he staggered into the house in the early hours of the morning, and if that was the way business was to be done, then so be it.
It was sweeter than what she had expected.
The first time Eve ever got drunk was also with Luck. She had become something of a permanent fixture around the brothers, and was always eager to converse with Keith’s wife or Firo and Ennis, if they were ever around. It was a year and a half after her first taste of alcohol, and they had been celebrating something - what it was, exactly, none of them recall, but summer was coming to an end and the weather would soon grow cold, and they may well have been toasting to a cloudless night or a new deck of cards or Ennis and Firo making progress in their relationship and sitting a foot apart from each other, instead of the usual three.
Whatever the situation was, they all had drank just a little too much, and while most of them went to sleep feeling slightly tipsy, Eve had spent the last half hour of her night running off to vomit in the Gandor’s bathroom sink.
Luck held her hair away from her face.
That night, he took it upon himself to make sure she didn’t throw up in her sleep or roll off of the couch. He might have been over-reacting, blaming himself for forgetting that she was younger and smaller than the rest of them and couldn’t quite drink as much without feeling the effects, but Luck couldn’t deny that there were some perks to the job - for example, there was no way he could say he disliked it when Eve shifted in her sleep and curled up next to him.
At five o’clock that morning, just as Luck began to drift off, the bundle of blankets and pillows beside him started to move.
“Nngh…where…oh. Hi, Luck.” Still mostly asleep, Eve rubbed her eyes, fathering that she was still in the Gandor’s home and that it was an unusual hour to be awake at.
They spent a minute or two in silence, sliding in and out of sleep. Luck woke up completely when Eve cozied into his side, though.
“You’re warm,” she informed him.
“Mhmm.”
Eve kicked the blankets off the couch as she moved her face towards his.
The first time Eve - or Luck, for that matter - ever kissed someone was that morning, before the sun had started to rise over New York, and it was sweeter than the sweetest wine.
They woke up at the same time, Eve still curled under Luck’s arm and a pile of cushions and sheets at their feet, not long after the windows had been opened and light had poured into the quiet room.
SO YOU GUYS
I THINK I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS IMAGE
CRAZY NOSTALGIA FROM LIKE THE THIRD GRADE WATCHING HOMESTAR RUNNER OH MAN
...I never want to dump another Graham image again. It's been like a week since that long-ass dump but still.
tl;dr SO YEAH HAVE SOME SHITTY FANFIC
Title: Tap Water
Pairing: JacuzzixNice
Words: 529
Rating: PG-13 for implications.
Summary: Nice and Jacuzzi’s honeymoon involves a hotel room with a nice jacuzzi.
He carries her into the hotel room like a princess, careful to avoid letting any part of her make contact with a wall or banister - the building might be elegant and pretty, but the hallways are narrow and they were on a budget - but once they get in and lock the door, she’s in charge of him.
Nice takes Jacuzzi’s hand and starts pulling him towards the bedroom, but he catches on soon enough and she can see the fear spread across his face, his eyes filling up with tears in a familiar sight as she grabs his arm in a futile game of tug-of-war. She can’t deny that he’s both bigger and stronger than her, and it has to be easier to move in a suit than a wedding dress. However, Jacuzzi is pulling her in the direction of the bathroom. Nice can work with that.
The bed was probably overstuffed, anyway.
She slips past him and skips to the bedroom door, an almost murderous grin spreading across her face as she grabs the handle. “C’mon, Jacuzzi. Do you not want to do this? Is it me?”
Her words seem insecure, but her tone is as playful and confident as ever, and that look - before he knows it, Jacuzzi is sprinting to the door.
The force of his body slamming against her is enough to throw the door open wide, and Nice is surprised at how forceful he seems, at how he hasn’t completely broken down in tears. Jacuzzi runs his hands through her hair and down the beaded bodice of her dress, searching for some kind of clasp or zipper or something, but his efforts are useless and once they tumble into the oversized, pearly bathtub, his hands are pinned under her and she’s taking care of that issue on her own.
In the few seconds it takes to get untangled and into a slightly more comfortable position, Jacuzzi contemplates what has just happened.
And then it hits him.
The tap - one of them, at least, there’s got to be twenty damn taps in this stupid thing - is turned on, water pouring down Nice’s neck and onto her dress because her head hit a button when oh god, when they fell into the tub because he ran into her because oh god oh god, what has he done?
Nice props herself up, her snow white dress spilling over the edges of the tub and the back of her head stinging slightly. She looks up at Jacuzzi, sees the tears running down his face mixed with the water from the shower head above them (did she press the button for that when she sat up, or was it him when he leaned back off of her and started to bawl?), and can’t help but smile and sigh as he starts in on a million frantic apologies.
So this is her husband.
Nice’s tongue is rough against his cheek when she licks the water and tears away, but her lips are soft. The wedding dress might be soaked and ruined, but it doesn’t stay on for long - and besides, you only ever wear that kind of thing once, right?
Title: Corkscrew
Pairing: LuckxEve
Words: 571
Rating: PG at most for alcohol.
Summary: The first time Eve Genoard ever drank was with Luck.
The first time Eve Genoard ever drank was with Luck. They had been discussing a business deal that they both knew would result in a loss for the Gandors, but she’d been through so much and spoken so confidently, and maybe the three brothers weren’t really cut out for the Mafia after all. Knowing that Berga would tease him for weeks afterward about his soft spot for the Genoard girl, Luck signed the relevant papers and offered her a glass of wine to seal the deal. Eve was reluctant to take it, but it was different from the cheap booze Dallas used to smell of when he staggered into the house in the early hours of the morning, and if that was the way business was to be done, then so be it.
It was sweeter than what she had expected.
The first time Eve ever got drunk was also with Luck. She had become something of a permanent fixture around the brothers, and was always eager to converse with Keith’s wife or Firo and Ennis, if they were ever around. It was a year and a half after her first taste of alcohol, and they had been celebrating something - what it was, exactly, none of them recall, but summer was coming to an end and the weather would soon grow cold, and they may well have been toasting to a cloudless night or a new deck of cards or Ennis and Firo making progress in their relationship and sitting a foot apart from each other, instead of the usual three.
Whatever the situation was, they all had drank just a little too much, and while most of them went to sleep feeling slightly tipsy, Eve had spent the last half hour of her night running off to vomit in the Gandor’s bathroom sink.
Luck held her hair away from her face.
That night, he took it upon himself to make sure she didn’t throw up in her sleep or roll off of the couch. He might have been over-reacting, blaming himself for forgetting that she was younger and smaller than the rest of them and couldn’t quite drink as much without feeling the effects, but Luck couldn’t deny that there were some perks to the job - for example, there was no way he could say he disliked it when Eve shifted in her sleep and curled up next to him.
At five o’clock that morning, just as Luck began to drift off, the bundle of blankets and pillows beside him started to move.
“Nngh…where…oh. Hi, Luck.” Still mostly asleep, Eve rubbed her eyes, fathering that she was still in the Gandor’s home and that it was an unusual hour to be awake at.
They spent a minute or two in silence, sliding in and out of sleep. Luck woke up completely when Eve cozied into his side, though.
“You’re warm,” she informed him.
“Mhmm.”
Eve kicked the blankets off the couch as she moved her face towards his.
The first time Eve - or Luck, for that matter - ever kissed someone was that morning, before the sun had started to rise over New York, and it was sweeter than the sweetest wine.
They woke up at the same time, Eve still curled under Luck’s arm and a pile of cushions and sheets at their feet, not long after the windows had been opened and light had poured into the quiet room.
SO YOU GUYS
I THINK I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS IMAGE
CRAZY NOSTALGIA FROM LIKE THE THIRD GRADE WATCHING HOMESTAR RUNNER OH MAN
...I never want to dump another Graham image again. It's been like a week since that long-ass dump but still.